Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Dominican Republic and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Livin' Joy to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Roy Ayers,
Desert Stars,
Electric Prunes,
the Swans,
Unwound,
Minnie Riperton,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Albert Ayler,
John Foxx,
Boz Scaggs,
Aural Exciters,
Skriet,
D'Angelo,
Harry Pussy,
Skarface,
Accadde A,
Yaz,
Idris Muhammad,
The Cramps,
Drexciya,
Lalann,
A Certain Ratio,
Ultra Naté,
Shoche,
Average White Band,
Nirvana,
Circle Jerks,
B.T. Express,
Hoover,
Glambeats Corp.,
Oneida,
John Holt,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Doors,
Altered Images,
Nik Kershaw,
Crash Course in Science,
Brothers Johnson,
Darondo,
Section 25,
Sällskapet,
Rufus Thomas,
Intrusion,
Trumans Water,
Gang Green,
H. Thieme,
Radio Birdman,
Gregory Isaacs,
Alphaville,
Parry Music,
Cybotron,
cv313,
Anthony Braxton,
Moss Icon,
Todd Terry,
The Smoke,
Royal Trux,
The Mummies,
Camberwell Now,
Sugar Minott,
Heaven 17,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.